Dear Canada

maybe we got what we needed
maybe we got what we deserved
maybe we can plant some wildflowers
and pull up some parking lots
maybe there is more room for many voices

Our voices must continue to be heard

in every single corner of this country
yet our borders do not define us
We are global citizens

and it would be cool if we all stopped killing the earth

I have been and will always be

trouble.
best the world knows this upfront.

i have finally found the right kind of trouble
trouble that challenges the dominant paradigm
trouble that violates policies and procedures
trouble that asks difficult questions
trouble that seeks to disrupt
trouble that gets into a lot of fun.

finding my tribe has been a series of fortunate events

today i hear their voices
their heartbeats
their song
in every choice i make
i hear the echo of hope, desire and freedom
like a gentle humming of bees
blissfully sucking on nectar

i carry my mother, and her mother
and her mother before
with pride
and resounding determination

don't fuck with the mother
just don't

the fallout
avoid at all costs
yet it happens anyway
don't be stupid
say your truth

go
go away from me
my flower
blooms in your shadow
and sucks the earth
to bloom again

my life is a garden of wildflowers
to tend and admire and love
you are indian paintbrush
stroking the sky with waves of colour
as you reach and stretch and dream
born from the ashes of the earth
to be wild and beautiful and free

a love story

begun with a desert promise

sealed with a kiss

love like bombs bursting in air

strong enough to crush a

national anthem

on both knees

the stirrings of eternity

magic dipping its toe

into ripples of the unknown

they plunged

they dared

they believed

they kissed some more

that funky time
when tears of sadness
collude
collide
conspire
with tears of joy